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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required The beloved Queen of Hearts was a merry queen, who'd ever loved to bake; Like confetti midnight stars, sparkling; or the yellow, noon sun, wide awake. She baked myriad varieties of cookies, and delicious pies of different kinds; And also scrumptious cakes, so divine. Like pure gold, tinted rainbows find. The king had a cheerful disposition, too, but betimes could be quite stern; Like the scarlet blossoms, which fail to thrive, before floriculture is learned. Faithful friends became part of the many faceted court, like tinted bubbles, Fancy dressed, and as vital to royal felicity, as a jade rose, with no troubles. Forthright family were familiar at court, in the fleet, peregrine falcon days, Fast-forwarding to fabled, fruity tomorrows, and to fitful, spiced, solar rays. They lived in the house of green ivied walls, in the royal, emerald summer; When golden sun visited almost every room, eager to touch a world of color. Silver maples touched sapphire skies, on their street of red, sweet Williams, Edged by creamy sand, where the surf came, onto teal, foaming, pavilions. Nighthawks and wild wood anemones, were neighbors, bestowed by nature; In nameless, never-ending, silvery hours. Red butterflies, loved floral flavors. Heart tomatoes adored the orange sun, when wood ear mushrooms listened; And Canterbury Bells plants were ringing, by roses whereon dews glistened. Toad lilies stared in bug-eyed fascination, at the searing season of surprises; And Billy Button blooms were getting dressed, as skies split in colored slices. 'The Queen of Hearts, she made some tarts, all on a summer's day;' a Friday. But alas, 'The Knave of Hearts, he stole the tarts, And took them clean away.' When purple even arrived, 'The King of Hearts called for the tarts,' in a roar. The lad relished sweets, but the king was mad, 'And beat the Knave full sore;' 'The Knave of Hearts brought back the tarts, And vowed he'd steal no more.' The kindly queen quietly quipped, 'After all, the boy has never stolen before!' The King of Hearts was returned to good humor, and that lad kept his word; And was back in favor, like pink spring tulips, or a song of blue mockingbird.
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